Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
John Holt,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.